The Nightmares

Chapter 3 : The First Nightmare

Third chapter for you all!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, Hetalia and it's characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.

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At 3 am, Alfred was awakened by the sound of crying beside him. Soft wails could be heard throughout the room, and the feeling of a shaking body could be felt. Alfred lay still for a minute, too shocked to move because of the surprise that was coursing through his body. This was the first time America had ever seen- no, heard Ivan crying. He hadn't thought it was possible for the man to cry. He was such a big man, always seemed so cheerful, and well, creepy, but to see him crying was a real shock.

Alfred felt a pang of both sympathy and pity hit him, the type that he felt whenever he realises he forgets his own brother.

Still laying immobile, Alfred realized that Russia was actually still asleep. Was it a nightmare?

How could he wake him up? Shake him? Push him off of the bed? What else could he do?

That's when Russia began thrashing. He flailed his arms and an obvious "No!" escaped his lips, along with a loud sob choking his throat. Alfred reached desperately for Ivan's arms, struggling to pin them down so he could have a chance to wake him up. Succeeding at pinning Ivan down, Alfred began to call his name.

"Russia! Wake up!" Alfred's shouts weren't lessening the thrashing in any way. Americas pleas became more desperate. "Please Russia! Wake up!"

The shouting seemed to get through to the Russian as he awoke with a start and flung America off of him. His breathing was fast, panicked and his eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights. His whole body was shaking, tears rolling down his soft, plump cheeks. What exactly had he dreamed of to get him this panicked?

Alfred jumped off of the floor when he noticed Russia was awake. His heart pound hard and fast in his chest, face flustered and a relieved sigh flying from his mouth.

"Thank God you're awake. I didn't think you'd wake up for a second." America sighed. He climbed back onto the bed beside Ivan, clutching the blanket in his grasp for support. "What were you dreaming about?"

Russia felt his face flush with embarrassment. Oh God, America had just seen him at one of his worsts! Only his sisters had seen him during one his nightmares and even then he was embarrassed out of his fucking mind. Ivan thought about how he wished he was normal. No nightmares, plenty of friends, maybe even someone who could love him and he could call his own. But most of all, not to be lonely. Of course, he had his sisters, but one of them was psychotic and wanted to marry him and he rarely got to see the other one. He wanted someone he could truly have a laugh with, someone he could talk to and cry on. That's when Russia remembered the man sat beside him, willing to listen to him. Perhaps this man could be the best friend he needed so bad? Alfred's smile was so warm and inviting, his eyes worried and comforting. Russia felt a slight wave of emotion come over him. No. He wasn't going to let himself break down. He had barely been friends with Alfred for 24 hours, there's no way he'd cry.

He gave Alfred a small smile then looked at his lap.

"Bad things." Russia mumbled. He squeezed his eyes shut and hid his face in his scarf.

"Okay man." America replied, being able to tell that Russia didn't want to talk about it.

"Hmm," Ivan hummed, "I should've made the chamomile." America winced at Russia's words.

"Yeah... maybe that would've helped. Sorry."

"No need to apologize, it's not your fault Amerika." Russia yawned. They sat in silence for a little while.

"Do you think you could get back to sleep?" America asked, worry dripping from his voice.

"I doubt it, but I will try."

"Okay, if you need anything, just wake me up alright?" Ivan tells him he will, but knows that he probably won't.

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The morning crept up fast on the sleeping pair. Alfred was the first to wake up, his eyes fluttering open lightly. He made a satisfied sigh, and stretched to pop his back. He successfully stretched his top half and started on his legs. Only to stop in his tracks. His legs were trapped. America realized his legs were wrapped around another's, his thigh pressed between their legs and pressed against their crotch.

Alfred felt a blush and looked up to glance at the individual he was sharing his bed with. Ivan was still asleep, but stirred vaguely when Alfred moved his leg a little.

America was happy to see that Russia had managed to go to sleep again.

Alfred moved his leg again to get out of his hold and accidentally pressed it against Ivan's crotch. Ivan let out a low moan in his sleep. America froze. The noise went straight to his crotch. God, he hated being in a teenagers hormonal body. America successfully managed to get out of the bed without waking Ivan up, and began to make his way to the bathroom, talking to himself about needing a wizz.

Hearing a yawn, Alfred turned around to see Ivan rising.

"Dobroye utro Alfred." He spoke. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. He looked dozy, as if he was still half asleep and a light blush was on his cheeks. Sleep was still present in his voice, it gave a low rumble to his voice that wasn't usually there.

"Morning big guy." He grinned. Ivan yawned loudly and sat up straight in bed. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand then turned back to Alfred. He looked dozy, as if he was still half asleep and a light blush was on his cheeks. 

"I'll make breakfast?" He asked, scratching his head. His hair was a ruffled mess, he looked so child like and adorable Alfred couldn't help but stare. 

"Uh, yeah." Alfred mumbled, becoming aware of his problem down below. "Um, I'm gonna use the toilet okay? You can go make breakfast."

Russia ventured to the kitchen to begin making a meal that would hopefully make America like him more. He was determined to succeed at making America his friend.

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Okay so I've tried my best to recover the chapter and yes, I have noticed that it's a little different to how it was before but it'll have to do.